summary: When your beloved girlfriend comes home from a difficult work trip it brings up complex feelings of love and trauma. But, itâs nothing that canât be mended, especially by sharing each otherâs loving affection.
I am whatever the opposite of a speed runner is. I am a game meanderer. I have to look at literally everything. I am overly cautious in every way. I forget to pause and wander away from the game. I take a minimum 7 hours to get through any given level. If you give me a timer I will cry.
Slow is a four letter word within Raccoon City Fire and Rescue, but itâs a slow day nonetheless. Thereâs not much to keep you entertained except for the new, cute hire.
ao3 - wc: 8.9k
tags: Leon Kennedy/afab!reader, fluff and smut, porn with plot, falling in love, sex on the job, getting caught, p in v, he's an eater, uhhh house fire cw?
a/n:  in my no-outbreak headcanon, when Leon learns of Chief Ironsâ corruption he quits RPD to be a firefighter instead. I missed my rookie sm so I had to write for him :,) he's meant to look somewhere between re2 & re4
No oneâs said it out loud and no one will. Everyoneâs afraid to jinx it. But the fact remains: itâs a slow day in RFD.Â
Youâre sitting on the back bumper of the firetruck and kicking your feet in the summer air as it flows in through the open garage. Youâre on day two of a three-day shift, and although youâre tired, you canât complain. Youâd never complain about being bored on the job. Being bored is good, actually. It means people arenât dying. Â
So you sit there and think about all sorts of mundane things. What youâll have for dinner, the bees that buzz in the field, last nightâs lack of sleep, and the soot you still smelled on your hair. But ultimately, your thoughts wander where they always seem to lately.Â
Leon Kennedy, the newest hire, formerly of RPD. Heâd barely been there a year before realizing donuts and traffic stops werenât his speed.Â
âSo, you were a cop?âÂ
That was the first thing you ever said to him. He looked up from his lunch as you grabbed a snack from the kitchen cabinet. He stumbled over his words like he was caught off guard.Â
âUh, yeah, yeah I was. Not for very long, though.â
You opened a bag of pretzels and pulled out the chair across from him, sitting back casually as you continued.
âYou were still a rookie? Whyâd you quit?â
He inhaled sharply and looked down at this sandwich for a moment before continuing.
âIt wasnât⌠what I thought itâd be.â
âWhatâd you think it would be?âÂ
He blinked a bit at the way you questioned him. It was intentional, really. You wanted to see how heâd act under a bit of gentle pressure, and it was a good way to skip the small talk. Plus you got to see that he was, in fact, as cute up close as he looked from afar.Â
âI thought Iâd get to help people,â he defended, a bit more sure in tone now. âInstead, I felt like I was mostly helping the Chief to⌠well, letâs just say our goals didnât exactly align. Plus, I wasnât much good. âToo soft-hearted,â Iâm sure theyâd say.â
You studied his thinly concealed contempt and couldnât help but smile. You knew the type since the police responded to many of the same incidents as your crew, and you picked up on the goings-on. You nearly sighed in relief that the cute new hire gave the exact answer youâd hoped for. A sign that he was different.Â
You changed the subject and your tone by offering your name. Something softened as he blinked, and then he held his hand over the table.
âLeon. Leon Kennedy.â
âNice to meet you, Leon.â You took his hand and shook it once. Solid, but not too strong, like itâd sealed you two as friends even though youâd just now met.Â
You got what you wanted out of your little introductory interrogation, so you stood up to leave. Just before you were out the door, you stepped back to add one more thing.
âI bet you were a good cop,â you said and looked him up and down, nodding like you approved of your appraisal.Â
âWhyâs that?â
âBecause good cops quit.â
His brows twitched together just so and then he let out a nervous laugh. He didnât have anything to say, so you left to let him to roll the thought around. His buried dreams of a badge may have been too fresh in the ground for him to accept your statement now, but you had a feeling heâd understand it more and more as time went on.Â
Everyone earned a nickname sooner or later, and that conversation made his obvious: Rookie. It quickly caught on. You felt a sense of pride in being the one to coin it for him. He didnât seem to mind it either, which made you that much more chuffed. Besides, it rolled so easily off your tongue.
From that very first day, which was a month and change ago, something seemed promising about him. He was sweet and kind and never once rude, and he adjusted quickly to the unpredictable pace of the fire department.Â
He even saved a cat from a tree on his first day. When the call came in, he was the obvious one to send up, and it was a story for the books. Witnessing it was hilarious and charming all at once, and everyone instantly knew heâd fit in.Â
He was clearly cut out for it. Heâd evidently been born with an innate sense of duty and a heart made of pure gold. Paired with undeniably good looks, cheesy humor, and natural charm, he may as well have been ripped out of a magazine. A poster-boy next door. With dreamy blue eyes to swim in and ash blond hair that blew in the wind, you were all but doomed to swoon.Â
But when the sirens rang out, all that boyishness fell away. The first time you saw it was in the dead of night.Â
The glowing red wall alarm was all that lit his face as he fixed the last straps of his turnout gear and barrelled towards the truck. He didnât look anywhere but dead ahead. You saw something steadfast in him that youâd never seen in someone before. It almost made you scared. Like in another world, heâd be a sword instead of a shield.
A house fire in the suburbs. Not uncommon, but each was equally dire. You stepped out of the truck to hear a mother screaming for her daughter who was still stuck inside.Â
Leon was the first to rush in.Â
On blind instinct, you followed him in an instant. Your eyes darted between the blazing furniture and crumbling walls as the house became increasingly consumed with each frantic step you took. You caught a glimpse of his back before he walked straight through the fire, and then he was gone.Â
You swallowed thickly as you struggled to follow him through. It wasnât smart, but you couldnât let him go alone. The smoke became increasingly harder to see through and the flames raged hot through your heavy suit. You heard an all too familair creak and braced for the structure to start collapsing.Â
But still, there were people inside: Leon and a child. If it was already this difficult for you to get through the building, one or both of them might not make it out alive.Â
You grit your teeth and ran to the best of your ability, frantically checking through every door for him or the homeownerâs child. You called his name but you could barely hear it leave your own mouth. Everything was impossibly loud. The roar of flames, the melting fire alarm that still screamed in the hall, the water falling from the fire hose outsideâ and then the sound of the ceiling crashing.Â
You shielded yourself with your arm as beams, drywall, and insulation collected in front of your feet, the material the perfect kindling to catch. Itâd cut you off from the end of the hall if you waited one second more. You didnât. And thatâs when you saw it.
You rushed through the door to see Leon kneeling in front of the childâs bed. Heâd taken his mask off to talk to her. She was scared and crying and didnât want to go with a stranger. In a total reversal of the fierceness heâd rushed in with, he was smiling and making jokes as he introduced himself. He spoke quick and to the point, but his nerves hardly showed at all.
He noticed you when he glanced over his shoulder to check on the state of the fire outside of her room. You subtly shook your head to let him know that it was fucked. Then you closed the door behind you and took your own mask off to approach.
âI see youâve met my friend Leon,â you said to the girl, mustering your gentlest smile for her.Â
âH-heâs your friend?â she asked with a sniffle.
âHe is! Did he tell you he saved a cat yesterday?â
Something in the girlâs eyes lit up as she looked back at him. âReally?!â
âI did,â he replied with a laugh. âDo you have any pets?â
âNo, but I reallyyy want a kitty! Mommy wonât let me even if I do all my chores.â
âYeah? What about your dad?â
âHe said he canât have pets at his aparment.â
No pets or other people home, thank god.Â
âMaybe we can convince her,â you said with a wink. âLetâs go see her. Will you let my friend Leon carry you?â
She hesitated for a moment, and then she started to cry. She was scared of going back through the house. She didnât understand that wasnât even an option anymore.Â
Leon scooped her up and turned her away as you shattered her bedroom window. Through the sound of broken glass, you could hear him soothing her.Â
âAlright, letâsââ
You were interrupted by all hell breaking loose. The fire suddenly spread from under the door then immediately climbed the walls. When it reached the ceiling, that was all it took for it to begin giving way. Embers and debris fell like snowfall around the room, and now the little girl was screaming as she clung to Leonâs coat. You locked eyes with him as he turned to rush towards you. Â
If the situation was different, you wouldâve flinched away. Surrounded by quickening hellfire and covered in traces of soot, the only glimmer in his eyes was the reflection of the flames that danced under his tightly knit brow. He looked like heâd kill anything that stood in the way of the childâs safety without a second thought. It was safe to assume he really would.Â
Right along with how it startled you, it took your breath away. Or maybe it was the smoke. You blamed it on the smoke.Â
It all moved in slow motion. The house crumbled behind him like it tried to chase him out or in a race to consume him. His jaw set as the embers fell across his back. His eyes bore into your own as his heavy steps brought him nearer. Through the roaring flames, he spoke.
âGo!â
You inhaled sharplyâ a mistake you ignored as you fought not to coughâ and you jumped out of the window. Your heart beat in your ears as Leon leaned out of it to hand the child to you. She had a death grip on him, but you managed to rip her away.
Leon was silhouted in the window by the glow of bright orange flames whipping through the air. Your eyes widened at the thought that he might not leave unscathed.Â
As if his sheer determination bent the fibers of fate, at the last moment, he climbed through. You held tightly to the girl as you pulled him up from the ground by the arm, but he shook you off as he rose, his voice barely cutting through the sound of the entire structure collapsing.Â
âGo on without me, just get her to her mom, Iâll be right behind you!â
You ran as fast as you could towards the front of the house, blinking away the smoke as you followed the flashing red lights. You nearly forgot it was night from the bright fire inside.Â
As you came into view, there was a palpable sigh of relief. The girlâs mom sprinted to meet you and took her from your arms in a fit of sobs and thank-yous. You shook your head as you caught your breath.Â
âThe credit goes to LeonââÂ
You turned around, but he wasnât there. Your heart dropped to the ground as you looked around for him. Then you saw him emerge from beside the house with something small in his hands.Â
He heaved as he slowed to approach, wiping the ash from the object as best he could. âYou dropped something,â he said to the girl with his gentle expression fixed back in place.Â
It was a teddy bear. It must have fallen when he handed her off to you. Through teary, red eyes, the girl squealed in delight.
The mother looked at him like her heart had cracked open. Yours split open for him, too. He simply shrugged and said it was the least he could do, like he didnât just save a life.Â
âYour daughter was very brave,â he said fondly, then he found a playful tone. âShe tells me she wants a cat.â
The motherâs tears were interrupted by a small laugh that almost immediately cut back to a blank stare as she looked at her burning home. Despite the fire now dying down, itâd be a total loss.
âIâm not sure when⌠when weâll haveâŚâ
Leon addressed her through the child, ruffling her hair with a smile. âI bet itâll happen sooner than you think.âÂ
His infectious and earnest hope was enough for the mom to hold onto. She nodded and smiled tightly through her tears, then thanked him once more and nuzzled into her child.Â
You left them to have a moment alone and were greeted by proud pats on the back from your brothers, but you could only look at Leon. Heâd rushed in despite the impossible odds and without a second thought. You watched him like he hung the moon.Â
As the others finished up, you leaned side by side against the side of the truck, drinking water and watching the last embers die. Â
âIâm impressed with you, rookie,â you said through your scratchy throat. He just shook his head.
âThey lost everything. I feel like I was too late.â
That was the most shocking thing he couldâve possibly said. Like what heâd done tonight wasnât enough to be proud of himself for. You nearly looked at him like he said the sky was green, but you caught yourself.Â
âLook at them,â you said and subtly motioned to the survivors. âHer daughter is her everything. You saved a life tonight. Hell, you even saved her teddy bear.âÂ
You saw something desperate in his face as he watched them, like he just couldnât convince himself it was enough. You kept going before youâd fail to resist the growing urge to shake him. âYou said you wanted to help people. You did that and then some tonight.âÂ
His eyes locked with yours, and you saw the gears turn. The corner of his mouth twitched up into a broken smile.Â
âI guess youâre right.âÂ
You gazed ahead until what once was a home became nothing but rubbled remains. It broke your heart too, truly. Watching peopleâs lives change drastically for the worse was never a pleasant thing. But somehow the young man beside pulled your thoughts to brighter things.Â
âI bet you were a good cop,â you said wistfully, leaning to nudge him with your shoulder, âbut youâre a great firefighter.â
This time, when you locked eyes, something in them melted together. You couldnât be sure, but through the flashing emergency lights, you thought you caught something familiar and warm within them. It broke in sheepish smilesâ he must have felt it, too.
âI was a shit cop. I was late on my first day.â
âAre you serious?â
Your jaw dropped, but he wasnât kidding. You both broke into a fit of laughs as he told the story, and from then on, you were tied at the hip.
You always found excuses to be in the same room and join in on group conversations, even if you talked about nothing at all. He was just so easy to be around, how could you not seek him out?Â
Plus, heâd piqued your curiosity. You were still searching his eyes for that glint of whatever had overtaken them that night in the house fire. You never quite found it, though, at least not for a long while.Â
You could feel it there on calls, but it was always hidden away behind the helmets, masks, and shrouds, or obscured by thick clouds of smoke. Even without them, he was so quick to jump into duty that you didnât have time to stare much when lives were on the line.Â
The way you searched for it made you notice other little things about him. His tousled hair when the helmets came off. How his blue eyes were especially bright and clear when his face was covered in muck. His tongue poking out when he was focused, the places on his jaw he always nicked when he shaved, how he looked in the dim blue of moonlight. All of them made your heart skip.
God, he was really attractive. It was safe to say you had it bad.Â
It didnât help that three-day shifts meant being there for everything. Your lungs seized when you first saw him in the morning, all tired eyes and fresh bedhead. You had to listen to him grunt when the guys invited him to lift weights, egging him on to do âjust one moreâ until he failed, their own way of passing the time.Â
And the sight of him after a shower? The way the dampness clung to his muscles while he walked around before it dried? It was downright difficult to bear. It made you wonder who decided men being shirtless was socially acceptable, and you hoped they were burning in hell, because with Leon, it was borderline pornographic.Â
It baffled you. You worked around men every day in all their shameless glory, so you hardly bat an eye at it anymore. You were very used to being around fit, shirtless men, but youâd never cared to let your gaze linger on any of your other coworkers before. Firefighters werenât your type. So what gives?Â
But that was before Leon. Now you had to steal your breath and look away while praying to god no one caught onto the flush flooding your face.Â
He wasnât even excessively ripped, but thatâs precisely what made it so obscene. Every divot where muscle met fat was somewhat subtle; obviously strong, but not in a way that overtook him. It hinted at how heâd look with a few more years of training. It made the sight all the more suggestive, and you clung on to every stolen glance like you hung on to his every word.Â
And with the culture of your station, you had a lot to hang on to. Thereâd been a long-standing culture of âanything goes,â and everyone was eager to get the new guy in on it and peel back his sweet exterior. You walked into the kitchen one evening to find him at the center of their ribbing.Â
âCome onnn, tell us!âÂ
âOoh, what if itâs bad?â
âJesus, thereâs a lady present now,â Leon said through a blushing laugh.Â
You held your breath when, as you expected, he was met with rolling eyes.Â
âDonât look at me,â you threw over your shoulder as you got a plate of dinner. âWhatever theyâre asking, Iâm sure Iâve divulged worse.â
You chuckled as he realized you wouldnât bail him out. It was true, after all. You werenât excluded from crude conversations in sensitivity to your sex; no one censored themselves for your sake. You wouldnât have it any other way, despite how it often made you cringe. You liked working somewhere that anything went; you never had to shy away from speaking your mind, and it made the firehouse feel like family. A weird one with a few screws loose, sure, but what family isnât?
You took your plate and pulled out a chair to watch the scene as you ate.Â
âOkay, okay, fine,â Leon started and rubbed his hands over his face. âI lost it at seventeen...â
The sound of everyoneâs reactions hid the way you choked at the mere knowledge that heâs had sex.Â
â...in the back of my first car.â
He got pats on the back and further questions, and all you could think about was his jeep in the parking lot.Â
âWas she hot?â
âWere you dating?â
âShe use teeth?â
His nose scrunched as he brushed them off. âCome on, guys, Iâm not just talking about myself here, thatâs someone elseâs private life, too.â
Damn it, what a good guy. It seemed to disarm them, too.Â
âYouâre holding out on us now, but thereâs a dirty cop in there, I know it.â
That sent your mind spiraling down endless possibilities, and suddenly, you had to know.Â
The butterflies turned into something that burned when he came around. You stoked the flames of your budding friendship with something that simmered below your skin, and the dirty jokes that proliferated the station became something you utilized.Â
âWeâre gonna circle the block,â Leon said after a morning of truck maintenance, âyou wanna go for a ride?â
âDamn, Kennedy, take me to dinner first.â
The way he floundered over his next words looked way too good on him. What looked even better was his sly grin when he started returning the jokes in kind.Â
You were tending to the weeds one day in the searing summer sun. His shirt had already become a sweat rag by the time you took your first water break.
âWhereâd you get that scar?â you asked as your face settled on his pec. It was hard not to; with your heights, you were face-to-face with it.Â
âMy eyes are up here, you know.â
He looked down at you with an easy smirk before taking a long, cool drink of water. It was your turn to get flustered as you watched the sweat drip down his jaw.Â
He started occupying your every thought. So like any reasonable adult trying to rationalize their romantic feelings, you started weighing the pros and cons. You had tough luck finding any of the latter.
He checked every box you had for a partner and a few more you hadnât even considered before. He was big-hearted, kind, politeâ incredibly selfless and easy on the eyes. Capable, strong, and eager to raise the bar. The kind of guy who basically begged to be brought home to the parents.Â
You didnât even mind the smell of his dirty clothes, which you happened to smell a lot since you had such a physical job. The thought alone made you dig your nails into your face. You thought your days of yearning were over, but no, youâd fallen for him so hard that you felt like you were the butt of a looney tunes bit.Â
You were only soothed by being pretty sure it was mutual. He always stood a little closer than he had to, gave you his full attention, and returned your bashful banter. He didnât shy away from opportunities for a little physical touch. You just didnât know what to do about it. You were afraid of making a fool out of yourself.Â
You relieved yourself of the pressure by deciding heâd have to make the first move, but that didnât make you any less impatient for it. You were a little worried heâd be too shy to, actually. You reminded yourself that in all this time, only a month and change had gone by.
âMind if I join you?â
The voice of the very man on your mind made you blink back to the now, and you looked up to see Leon striding towards you.
âSure,â you said and scooted over so he could join, acting like you werenât just thinking the most embarrassing things about him. You didnât miss that he sat a little closer than he had to. âYou just as bored as me?â
âA little bit, but I canât complain.âÂ
You nodded knowingly. A slow day meant safe citizens, and boredom is a price youâd happily pay for that any day.Â
But with the way youâd been thinking about him while you were off in a daydream, you were at a loss as to how to start a real conversation. You swallowed as you shifted and felt your sleeve brush against his.Â
âWhat were you thinking about?â
You inhaled deeply to buy yourself time to think. Of course heâd ask you that.Â
âNothing, just uh, you know. Life and stuff, I guess.â
He gave you a quizzical look before huffing out a soft laugh, following your gaze that was fixed on the clouds outside.Â
âRight.â
God, were you really that see-through? He didnât buy it for a minute. You jumped to defend yourself.
âWhat?â
âNothing,â he said. âYouâre just cute.â
Your head shot up to look at him, wide-eyed and lips parted before you broke into a blush. You couldnât hold his gaze, and he couldnât quite keep yours either as he bit his lip and looked away.Â
âYou think Iâm cute,â you simply stated, letting the fact solidify.Â
âI do.âÂ
âAre you just letting me know? Or are you gonna do something about it?âÂ
You looked at him and felt anticipation flutter in your chest as his gaze darted between your mouth and your eyes. Without a momentâs hesitation, he took you in a kiss.Â
It was firm and sweet, one hand cradling your face and the other grazing your arm as his plush lips melted against yours. You pressed into him, letting your trembling hands glide up his chest and around his arms, feeling the muscles thatâve captured your curiosity for weeks. Warm and solid and strong, and everything youâd hoped for.Â
You were both breathless when he pulled away, though he hardly removed himself. Your hands remained where they were as you exchanged nervous, elated smiles, flushed faces still inches away.Â
âWas that okay?â he breathed. With his voice hardly above a whisper, it brought out a lower timbre, rumbling straight to your desire. You answered by kissing him back.Â
Your pent-up desires showed through as you pulled your bodies closer together, tugging the front of his shirt to deepen the kiss, letting the tips of your tongues brush before you pushed yours into his mouth.Â
It became something intense at the drop of a hat. Wet lips and roaming hands swirled together like you were made for each other, like this held a more divine purpose than just making out with your crush, like it fulfilled something innate thatâd lain dormant in you both.Â
Or maybe just a mutual biological instinct. Yeah, definitely that.Â
The lowest grumble reverberated in his throat. It wouldâve been imperceptible if your tongue wasnât down it, but it was, and it drove you nuts. So much that you fucking whined.
As brief as a sound as it was, you were immediately embarrassed, but he didnât leave you the option to wallow in it. He took the nape of your neck with one hand and the small of your spine with the other, pulling you in just enough to make your back arch and bring you further in.Â
Your heart thumped in your ears as you realized you were coming on too hot and heavy way too quickly. You were in the middle of work for the love of god, not behind the bleachers at a high school football game. You and Leon both showed nerves in your unsteady hands, as desperate as they were, a sign that you should pump the brakes until you can think straight. But you didnât want to stop.Â
As if god decided for you, the sirens blared for the first time that day.Â
You jumped apart and looked around wild-eyed at the sudden change, hearts pounding like youâd been caught. When you realized you hadnât been, you laughed breathlessly as you tried to collect yourself in the few seconds to spare.
 He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and stood, kicking into gear despite his head still spinning. âCâmon,â he said as he walked backwards, shooting you a bashful grin.Â
You couldnât help but return it as you saw his pink nose and lips from where your face rubbed against his. You fought your shaky legs as you jogged to follow him.Â
It was a simple call; a car crash with no injuries, thankfully. You wouldâve hated for your first kiss with Leon to be followed by a dreadful scene.
As you stood beside the truck putting equipment back to leave, someone brushed against your shoulder as they passed by. You whipped your head around to see Leon smiling as he looked back. You bit your lip as you worked again.Â
Back at the station, time dragged on. Some played cards while others talked, and someone bumped music in the garage. You, however, had your mind set on one thing and one thing only. You feigned a casual pace as you walked around trying to seek it out. It was good luck that you ran into him in the hall with no one else around.
âHey,â you said to get his attention since he was walking the other way. He turned around and came up to you instantly.
âHey,â he breathed, that bashful grin of his returning. It was so cute the way he fixed his posture and ran a hand through his hair at the sight of you. He cleared his throat before speaking again.
âQuick question,â you started. He nodded like he was worried about what youâd say. âCan I get your number?â
He perked up and pulled his phone from his pocket, quickly flipping it open to take down yours, too. You leaned against the wall as you punched in the digits, texting him your name to quicken the exchange. He grinned as he closed his, but you stopped him with a hand on his wrist.
âWait,â you said. He furrowed his brows and he did, joining where you leaned on the wall with his phone in one hand and the other in his pocket. You pressed send and watched him as you both waited for it to reach him.Â
It buzzed in his hand. He blinked as he read it and then read it again. You raised an eyebrow when he looked to you like he thought he must misunderstand. You quickly shook your head, and then he nodded yes.Â
It read:
wna kill time 2gether? I know a pvt spot ;)
He practically skipped behind you as you darted through the halls, careful to avoid anyone spotting you before you slipped into a closet. The overhead light was dim but just bright enough to see him, a narrow room that promised to keep you within a reachable distance.Â
Once it clicked shut, you wasted no time before pulling him down by his t-shirt. He didnât hesitate to devour you.Â
You wrapped your arms around his neck as your tongues danced together with all the passion thatâd been cut short before. Two hands on your waist brought you chest to chest as he stepped into your space, backing you against the unforgiving shelves. You didnât care; if anything, it gave you reason to keen into him.Â
It wasnât rushed, but it was increasingly deep as the air became hot and heavy. You slid your palms down his sides until you felt the skin under the lower hem. He was so warm and soft, you stood no chance not to let your touch travel underneath it. Your breath hitched as you felt his abs flex as his hands roamed in turn, firmly cupping your hips and then your ass when you drove them into him.
Oh, shit, you thought as he gripped your rear and urged you to grind a hair further in. Heâs hard. And heâs big.Â
Was having your first sexual contact on the same day as your first kiss the best idea? Maybe not. You really liked him. You didnât want to categorize this as friends-with-benefits. And you were at work. At your very important job with very big responsibilities.Â
Did you want him more than you cared about all that? Yeah. Right now, you did.Â
He pulled away in a puff of pants as his hips stuttered against your zipper. You leaned in and bit your lips as you watched his brows knit and waited for him to speak.Â
âWe donât⌠we donât have to do anything, thatâs not why I kissed you.â
You breathed a laugh at how cute he was and his earnest reassurance despite the sizeable strain in his pants. âI know,â you whispered and rubbed against him again, âyou kissed me because you think Iâm cute.â
The way he broke out into a flustered smile was so fucking adorable to you.
âI do think youâre cute. But thatâs not why. I did it because I like you.â
âI like you too,â you cooed, and then, âDo you think Iâm just cute?â
The cocktail of emotions made both your heads spin enough to encourage you to keep clinging together. He groaned low in his throat as the wheels turned, and the sound went straight to your core.Â
He pressed his forehead against yours, and there it was again. That fierce gaze through his brow that youâd been dying to see again. How was his face such a turn on? You didnât need to know the answer, you just knew how it made you feel. Like he could devour you if you wanted him to, and you very much did.
âNo,â he rasped, looking dead in your eyes, âI think youâre a lot more than just cute.âÂ
With a gnashing, fervent speed, your mouths collided again, and your touches were well past exploratory. They had more purpose now, to get clothes out of the way as quickly and efficiently as possible.Â
The first to go was his shirt, your kiss breaking as he yanked it over his head, giving you enough time to marvel at his form. You pulled yours off next just to pull your skin flush with his, your bra flying off without time spent to unclasp it. You palmed him through his jeans as you pulled at his belt, leaving it dangling open for when heâd have to redress.
He stifled a groan by taking your breast into his mouth as you squeezed the outline of his cock. You shivered as his tongue circled the nub of your hardening nipple, suctioning and lapping and flicking like he couldnât get enough. You squeezed your thighs together to get some kind of relief as the onslaught increased the electricity between your legs.Â
He fixed his mouth on the other side, giving both of your breasts equal treatment. He got your pants out of the way first, letting them collect under your ass along with your panties, and immediately set his fingers to work.
You whined as his middle finger parted you and ran up and down between your folds, collecting your slick around your entrance and dragging it across your clit.
You fumbled to pull him out of his boxers, but his curled posture to keep your tit in his mouth kept him just out of your reach, only close enough for your fingers to feather him. You hooked a finger into his belt loop to pull them closer, and he rose with a soft pop as your nipple left the suction of his mouth.Â
Your eyes went back and forth between each of your hands, finding it difficult not to ogle at his flexing arm as it craned to curl into your cunt, but you were still eager to see the big door prize.
He chuckled at the sound you made as you tried hard to pull his pants down, growing increasingly frustrated as they clung to him. Finally, he did it for you, watching your face for your reaction as he revealed himself.Â
Your mouth parted at the sight of him springing free, the waistband of his briefs and jeans settling under his balls to prop it up. It probably needed it; it looked heavy. Long and thick and pink at the tip, with a deliciously thick vein running up the side of it. Not big enough to make you scared, but enough to make you drool and your eyes sparkle like youâd hit the fucking jackpot, because you were very certain you did.Â
His cheeks were red when you met his gaze thatâd been fixed on your reaction, a parted smile with a little shyness and subtle smugness underneath, like he had a feeling he was gifted in the groin but he wasnât entirely sure.Â
Like he wanted to draw more reactions from you, he pushed his finger sharply inside your center. You gasped at the sudden feeling and held onto his arms as he moved to stand closer again, his free hand wrapping around the base of his cock to slowly pump himself, his tip settling against your stomach. You immediately replaced it with your own, swiping his away with disapproval. Jerking him off was a task that you simply wouldnât allow him to rob you of. Â
You both turned into a steady stream of subdued moans and twitching hips as you leaned into each otherâs touch. You threaded your hands into his dark blond hair as he peppered kisses onto your collarbone and sucked at the valley just south of your ear. You relished the high-pitched noise he made when you circled his pre smoothly around his tip with your thumb, and the rasping groan of relief when you pumped your fist down.Â
Just as your hand found a rhythm he bucked into, he took a step away so you couldnât properly reach him, his own fingers withdrawing to rub his fingertips over your clit. You pouted as you reached for him in a borderline petulant way.
He looked at the closet door. âWe gotta be quick, yeah?âÂ
You groaned at the reminder of where you were and sighed because he was right.
You expected him to turn you around so he could put it inâ which you wouldâve happily doneâ but you didnât expect what he did instead.
He plunged two fingers inside of you as he sank down to his knees, his free hand spreading the front of your lips to find where to delve his tongue against your clit.
âOh, holy fuck, Leon,â you mewled as he got to work, his tongue tracing slippery laps back and forth against the bundle of nerves while he let his fingers pumped knuckle deep, stopping every so often to curl against your inner walls.Â
He sucked your clit into his mouth and let go with a small wet sound. âGotta make you cum first, yeah?â
He looked back up at you as his tongue went in again, and you couldâve turned into a puddle right then and there. Your slick painted the cleft of his chin and his blue eyes shone in the muted light, his shoulders much more thick and prominent at the overhead angle as he pumped his dick between his legs.Â
He wanted you to get off first, and he was getting himself off to it. You really did hit the jackpot.Â
You couldnât help yourself; he looked so pretty on his knees, you just had to hold his head. As soon as you did, he hummed, and you rocked into the low vibrato. He pushed his mouth firmly against you and you took the hint, if thatâs what it was, and grinded smoothly into his face. His hands worked you and him faster alike, and fuck, he hummed more again.
How the hell was he so good at this? The answer didnât matter as he plunged his fingers deeper in. You were losing it, knees buckling with each wet flick against your clit, and you were all but riding his face as your back dug against the shelving.
âLeon, Iâmâ oh my godââ
He broke off to rush out, âthatâs right, cum on my fucking face,â before he latched on again.Â
The few seconds away was all it took for your pleasure to jolt through you tenfold when he returned, and now his flexing fingers served to coax you through a trembling release. You bit the back of your hand to ride it out and muffle your clammoring whines.Â
He flattened his tongue to lap it up as his palm began to hold your cream, every drop of which he licked away the second it trickled down. âYou taste so fucking good,â he mumbled in between licks, and then his hands both steadily slowed down before he stood and pulled them out.Â
He held firmly around the base of his shaft as he took you in a kiss, one you met with no care for the slick on his tongue and chin. He grunted into it as you wrapped your hand around him again, guiding it down to rub the tip into the wetness between your legs.Â
He broke off and moaned as he rested his head against your shoulder. You felt him try and fail not to rut into you. You were trying to make it obvious you wanted more, but he wasnât so sure.
âItâs alright if I donât get off, donât worry about me.â
Ah, so that selflessness did carry into the bedroom. He already proved that, but now heâd spoken it, and you felt like heâd more than earned it.Â
You pulled him off by the hair and turned around, bracing your hands against the shelves and arching back with a small wiggle of your ass in the air. He inhaled sharply behind you as he took in the sight with a hesitant hand on your hip. You smiled at him over your shoulder.
âCâmon, rookie, put it in.â
He was helpless to resist. He nudged his tip in between your folds and slowly pushed his way in.
He barely got past the head before he retracted it, savoring the friction as he sank in again an inch further. Your toes curled in your boots and his fingers dug into the meat of your ass as he tried to keep his composure. Through half-lidded eyes peering over your shoulder, you saw his brows knit as he studied the sight of each steady thrust in and out.Â
It felt incredible to you. He was only halfway in, and that much alone might easily be the best dick of your life. His girth elicited a dull aching stretch around your entrance, but not enough to hurtâ in fact it felt unbelievably good. Even better was the way he filled out your inner walls, and you swore you could feel him throbbing inside of you. Or maybe that was your own arousal pumping as his pace felt too much like a tease.
You pushed back into him, walls fluttering around the additional inch the action gave, every part of you begging for more. He hissed in surprise, then took the hint.Â
He pulled back and then smacked his hips forward, and all at once, he was buried to the hilt. He groaned thickly as his head tipped back, eyes squeezed tight and biting his lip at the feeling.Â
âYou⌠are so fucking tight.âÂ
You tried to rut into him so heâd move, but he just held you there in a heap of heavy breathing.
âMânot gonna last long if you keep doing that,â he said in a nearly whiny plea.Â
Your hands dug into the shelving and you hung your head. His cock kept prodding at your sweet spot with his shallow movements, and it was driving you fucking insane.Â
âI donât care, just, ahh, please move, need more.âÂ
And well, Leon wasnât one to say no to a lady. He grumbled as he accepted his fate of cumming way too quick, and gave into just how badly he wanted to fuck you through the wall, too.Â
If you thought he felt good before, you werenât at all prepared for the sensation of him pummeling in and out, hips smacking solidly against your ass, his big hands pulling you to meet each firm thrust. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as it bobbed with every movement, keening even more as his hand grasped your bouncing tit.Â
âJesus fucking christ,â he growled through his teeth. âShould see how wet you are, baby, you look so goddamn good on my cock.âÂ
So there is a dirty cop in there. That was your last coherent thought.
He widened his stance and angled his hips up as if he knew itâd send him hammering into your g-spot with every heavy thrust. When he pinched your nipple absentmindedly, you saw stars on the closet walls, while his other hand wrapped around your stomach to roughly rub around your clit.Â
It was like he came pre-programmed with a sixth sense for how to make you fall apart, making it increasingly hard to stay quiet. Your throat felt thick from holding it in, each sound escaping on its own accord, coming out in wanton mewls and rasps. Itâd be embarrassing if he wasnât also a constant stream of primal grunts and perfervid groans, low and gravelly behind the teeth he tried to keep them trapped behind.Â
He sucked a wet kiss onto your shoulder as his hand rubbed your cunt with less finesse. âGive me another, baby, you can do it.âÂ
A teasing slap on your clip sent you reeling right over the edge.Â
He leaned back to fuck you roughly through it, hands steadying you by the waist and savoring the way you tightened up. You sputtered lewdly as it roared through you, only half succeeding in holding your breath to stay quiet. His name broke out of you much too loud, and his hips cracked against you without careâ it was nigh impossible for either of you to think of the consequences as your walls tightened around him, bringing on his orgasm as he fucked you through your own.Â
His voice broke as he hunched over you, sweat dripping from his forehead onto your back, hands gripping tightly to the shelves on either side of your own.
He coarsely spoke, each word increasing with urgency.
âWhere, where, where?âÂ
He pulled out as you spun around and sank down to your knees, whining when you tasted yourself as you encased your mouth around him. With his index and his thumb he pumped himself one, two, three times, and thenâ
âHey!â
You gaspedâ a mistake that nearly made you choke on his cumâ as the door handle turned open.Â
In one swift motion, he pivoted to shield you with his body, his hands tight in your hair to keep you fixed to him as he turned his back to the door, twisting his arm behind him to shove it shut. Your eyes were wide in the mix of fear and thrill as rope after rope of cum landed on your tongue before you swallowed down the evidence, Leon stuttering under the breath expletives with dual meanings as his hips bucked jerkily into your face.Â
âFuck, shit, goddammit, ahhâŚâ
Your fingers seared into his hips as you took it, and you thought for a moment you should stop, but what were you supposed to do? Let go and leave covered with it? Let it fall all over your face instead?Â
Maybe another time.Â
He pulled you off with a hiss the second he was done, still shaking with aftershocks as he pulled you up from the ground, already yanking his bottoms back over himself before tossing your shirt up to you from the floor.Â
âFuck, Iâm so sorry, are you okay?â
âYeah, yeah,â you said hurriedly as you wrestled back into your bra, âitâs my fault, I suggested this, shit.â
He fixed his belt and you smoothed down your hair, and then you both took a second to lean back as you caught your last breaths. When he looked at you, neither of you could help but laugh.Â
âCâmere,â he smiled and held out his arms. You sighed into them as he kissed your head.Â
It was easy to forget the stakes until you looked at the door and the daunting task of stepping out cut through the warm, fuzzy cloud youâd found in him. You gripped him tighter as the thoughts came spiraling in.Â
âWeâre so fucked,â you muttered into his arms.Â
âItâs okay,â he soothed, âitâll be okay. Iâll take the fall.â
You looked up at him and gawked.Â
âAre you kidding me?! No, it was my idea. They need you here. The people need you and Iââ
âBabe.â He silenced you with gentle fingers that brushed your hair back from your forehead. âThey need you, too. Iâll be fine. I promise.â
Getting you both fired was not how you imagined the honeymoon phase of your relationship going. An impulse for heaven had delivered you hell. As Leonâs selflessness turned sacrificial for the sake of your bad decision, it made you want to cry. All because you couldnât wait a day until you got back home.Â
Youâd ruined it. Who would want to be with someone whoâd ruined his brand new career? His dreams of helping people? You saw your fairytales go up in smoke, and you had no one to blame but yourself.
Right before the tears welled, the siren rang out in the halls.Â
You grumbled in unison in one last embrace before you left the storage cocoon of shelter. Leon kissed your nose before opening the door, and you braced for the hammer to fall.
Your heart pounded as you suited up and the whole ride towards downtown. No one said a peep, but you could feel it all around. People knew. The tall city buildings towered over you, and you prayed theyâd fall like teeth and swallow you whole.Â
You were mindfuck by the conflicting emotions. You got with the object of your recent obsession, and it was fantastic. You should be happy right now. Instead, you couldnât even look at him as the guilt sat heavily in your stomach, settling right along with his cum.Â
You arrived. A false flag in a historic building; dust from renovations set off the alarm. You and your troupe searched routinely for a fire you wouldnât find and then loaded back up to return. You felt like you were suffocating on the drive back, certain that the call had only delayed your reaming and itâd be the first thing on the agenda the moment you stepped inside.Â
You unloaded and booked it for your bunk to buy yourself some extra time. You got your gear back in ready-to-jump order for perhaps the last time, never to be put on again. Then you exhaled deeply and tried to stand up straight to face the music with some bravery.Â
The station was indisputably tense as you tried to act normal. You could feel it. Everyone knew. You orbited Leon, never daring to stand too close, relying only on the fact he was still there to determine he hadnât been reprimanded yet either. His presence felt electric, and god, you could still feel the ache between your legs whenever you sat down, but it felt like a knife to think it mightâve been your first and last time with him.Â
You grew suspicious as the minutes turned to hours, none of them marked by the fire chief bursting in to call your name. You were quiet, and everyone else was too, or at least quieter than usual. You thought maybe youâd evaded the consequences entirely, but you wouldnât let your guard down or else itâd only hurt tenfold. Every second was spent on guard.
Night fell. With the cot blankets pulled up to your chin, you stared at the ceiling and wondered why no one had said anything. All youâd gotten were a couple raised eyebrows and giggles heard from across the room. It was enough to drive you crazy.Â
A few night calls and nothing to note. Leon pressed his thigh against you as you sat side to side in the truck. You looked out at the city lights as they blurred by and bit back a smile as you pressed back. With long firecoats concealing your hands, he interlocked his pinky with yours.Â
You wake up first and find Leon alone in the kitchen doing the new guyâs task of brewing coffee.Â
âMorning, sunshine,â he smiles through sleepy eyes. His bedhead is enough to make you blush.
You return his greeting through a yawn and lean against the counter beside him.Â
âSo⌠I guess we got off scot free?â
âScottâs my middle name, you know.â He smiles at you and you snort at his humor while the coffee pot starts to gurgle. ââŚThat wasnât a joke.â
You stare at him blankly for long enough to make him shy as you realize it really wasnât.Â
âScott. Thatâs fucking adorable.â
He rolls his eyes. âOh, shut up.â
âYou shut up.â
âKiss me and I will.â
It steals your breath, and you do.
You have all of ten minutes alone before the rest of the crew woke up one by one. You were still on edge, but it was a minor feeling compared to the lingering butterflies.Â
The day went on as normal save for a dozen stolen kisses. It made you itch for more again, but you donât dare to test your limits. Youâre on cloud nine as the hours roll past, and itâs written all over your face, but not a soul addresses it. It settles into a sweet, new normal.
No oneâs said it out loud, and nobody will. Everyoneâs afraid to jinx it. They hope that you and the rookie will last.Â
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